It's a house warming party with cold, cold rooms
And I wander, I wander the hallways looking for my shoes
I remember your tongue, in my mouth
So I could not speak the truth although the words
Wanted out, my tongue was tied to you

Whoa, we're going down
With my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds

Sugar, sugar, sugar, we are a honeycomb love affair
It's true our love was simple
So when they try to complicate it, who cares?
It's none of their beeswax, try to get back
To the way we felt before it was like that
When hope was a memory soon it's an army of doves
That I got flying at my back for love

Whoa, we're going down
With my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds
Whoa, as your faith fades out, you should know
Hope is still on the prowl
Hope is still on the prowl

It's a pool, a pool party, with chlorine in my nose and we find
We find each other's bodies while we're losing all our clothes
Try to get back, to the love that
We knew was always there before combat
But there ain't no sides, see?
'cause hope is enough, it's enough
We'll keep our heads above the water for love

Whoa, we're going down
With my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds
Whoa, as your faith fades out, you should know
Hope is still on the prowl
Hope is still on the prowl